Lyrics Jeremy Casella - The Old Cinder Of A Burnt Out World

Time soldiers on
And he’s walking with a gun
Got a rifle to one ear,
Eyes fixed on everyone
It’s the bitter taste of dirt
For the long night of the Earth
All measured out in words
Not lost on anyone

Break out the dawn
Break out the dawn
First light of the morning sun
Break out the dawn
Break out the dawn
First light of the morning sun

Where the cursed city sleeps
Seven circles round the keep
Sound the blast of trumpets deep
Then give the battle call

Well you always said
Should I ever lose my way
Just call your name
And you’d come running
I’ve been away for ages,
Can’t even recall your face
Oh consider this my prayer

Time like an ever rolling stream
Bears all his sons away
Bears all his sons away

Old cinder of a burnt out world
Old cinder of a burnt out world

First light of the morning sun!

First light!
First light!
Of the morning sun
First light!
First light!
Of the morning sun